Lieyun Caravan III

The Blood-colored Mist grew denser and denser. No one knew what was happening inside. Hu Haoran had already opened the Eye of Thunder on his brow, yet he still could not see clearly what was occurring within the Blood-colored Mist. He could only wait silently for the outcome.

Mu Li hid within the blood mist. He did not strike immediately, instead constantly searching for an opportunity. Although Xiao Er did not know Mu Li's exact location, he did not panic. He continued casting his Blood-colored Mist, and with this soul skill, he could still avoid a great deal of damage.

This kid is quite capable. A single soul skill has kept me from making a move for so long! But it's useless. Within my Blood-colored Mist, you're nothing more than a little brat waiting to be dealt with! Mu Li was brimming with confidence. Very few people could break this soul skill of his.

Mu Li made his move, Bloodlight Blade in hand, ready to strike at any moment. Within a single breath, he silently arrived behind Xiao Er. With a slash of his blade, he aimed straight for Xiao Er's head. Even if Xiao Er wore Three-word Battle Armor, being hit by this soul skill would still kill him on the spot or leave him gravely wounded and collapsed.

"Die!" Mu Li let out a savage laugh. Although Hu Haoran had said to leave someone alive, accidentally killing one's opponent in battle was not a fault. This was a battle of life and death, after all!

What?!

Mu Li was greatly shocked. His sneak attack had actually been blocked by a heavy sword.

Xiao Er turned around with a smile on his face. Sweeping his heavy sword, he slammed it into Mu Li's chest. Then he spun around and